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SwCh.68--Earth's ChocThank you! Come again! Zetzy called after the couple who had just finished their purchase. A light bell tinkled as they opened the door to leave.
Earths Choc was her store she had set up the previous year. She lived on the second floor above the shop. Chocolate was either shipped to her or made by her. There was white chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, chocolate shaped as eggs, rabbits, letters, famous cartoon characters heads, blocks of chocolate of all different sizes, and more! It was strange to her how popular her shop was after a year with only her to clean, take calls, fix problems, make her chocolate, take inventory, and overall take care of house and home.
Either way, chocolate was her life.
Zetzy was writing a note to herself to remember to buy more German chocolate next time she ordered when the door opened, the bell ringing its warning. She looked up and smiled at the middle-aged man with a carrier bag slung over his shoulder. It was the mailm
SoulwreckedCh.67--SwapSahara stared out the pods small window at the stars and rocks she passed. Even though it felt to her as if she were floating along some black, invisible stream, she knew that she was travelling tens of light years every time she blinked. The ride would take several hours to complete.
She seemed to do this much too often lately, stare out windows.
You seem tired. A familiar rusty voice spoke from the seat next to her.
Yeah, well. Havent heard from you for a while. Sahara peered over at Zadets true form. Shed only seem him like this once before, when he had appeared to her and made her his Chosen One.
Zadets true form seemed almost like any other human, though more handsome than most. His red eyes were pronounced by a bloody tear that was tattooed under the outer corner of each one. His clothes were black, a very tattered cloak of maroon velvet hung off his shoulders. His hair was one of the only strange things about him. It was as d
SoulwreckedCh.66--Zapped AwayTime to go.
Ocean stood, his hand lingering over Saharas as he took a step away. Farewell, he told her before walking off without a second glance, following the smartly dressed employee and the grinning man who had come to take him away.
Sahara sat there for a second, taking in the gaping hole where her heart had once been. It was too much to handle. She was dying again.
Jumping to her feet, she chased Ocean down. He was just about to step into one of the several transports that stood in a row. You stood in the tube-like container and would be zapped to a similar port on the world of choice. It only worked for distances less than a hundred light years.
All three of the group turned to her with different looks on their faces. The young woman with the uniform was annoyed that the trip was being set back by her interruption. Their jolly leader was smiling as ever. Ocean was anything but surprised, as if hed expected her to come.
Excuse me. O
SoulwreckedCh.65--PlyteWhy does time have to go by so quickly? Sahara sighed as she stared out the window of the flying ship, her far hand holding Oceans. They were heading for Plyte, Talairs world capitol, where the native people lived.
Plyte was the closest of the two spaceports on Talair. The other was on Szien, the polar opposite side of the world.
Five more minutes. Their leader muttered on the other side of the room. Sahara gripped Oceans hand hard. The past two days had flown by and they were already almost apart.
Jalard understood how Sahara felt, though she didnt say anything. He rubbed her hand with his thumb, a movement that had become second nature to him.
Sooner than they had hoped, the boat was soaring over the city, houses and buildings littering the ground below. The spaceport came into view and they lowered to the empty cement landing that surrounded it. It wasnt so busy this time of the month, but it would get busier in the next week or two w
SoulwreckedCh.64--NewsGood night, Sahara. Jalard called over his shoulder as he walked to the mens dorms where his room had been set out. He had dropped Sahara off at her room as the sky turned darker and she looked like she might fall over if she didnt get sleep.
He smiled at her sweet voice calling after him, wondering how such a girl could be a roughened warrior.
Opening the door to the hallway of his room, someone called out his false name behind him. It wasnt Sahara. He turned and saw the blonde doctor standing alone on the dirt lot.
What is it?
The leader has called me to say that he is staying the night at the lighthouse. No further people have arrived.
And this relates to me how? He didnt care if he sounded roguish. He was too tired for formalities.
He also gave me information about the plans for you and the girl.
Oh? he stepped away from the building that held his bed and closer to the
SoulwreckedCh.63--SmotheredSahara smiled as she smoothed her hands down her new, clean training clothes. And now that she was wearing clothes not crusted in salt and sweat, even the rough cloth felt silky. She missed her last outfit though.
Gauze was coated over all the cuts she had on her arms and shoulders. The doctor said that they were healed well enough that they didnt need bandages to cover them.
Thinking of the doctor made her think of the nurse which made her wonder how Ocean was doing. Hopefully he was being tended to without that girl taking advantage of him. Her chest boiled at the thought.
She was sitting at a table in the dining room. It was exactly like the one at Base 22. A fluffy blue cloud breezed by and she sighed. All too much like old times.
Here you are. There was a squeak as Ocean pulled the chair next to her back and sat down. He was wearing the trousers of the outfit, proper wrappings covering his stomach wound. I was looking all over for you.
Soulwreckedch.62--HealingsThe helicopter landed on top of a landing pad behind a large building. Sahara couldnt help but stare at the base. It seemed to be in the exactly same layout of her previous base, void of the acres of forest. She could tell everything was new.
Their leader leaned over to whisper something to the pilot. He nodded as he pressed all sorts of different buttons. The grinning man pushed the side door open, revealing a man and a woman standing a few hundred feet away, as if expecting them.
Im dropping you two off here so I may go back and wait for any other arrivals. You will be treated and given rooms for the night. We will talk soon about your departure.
The wind from the rudders cutting the air exploded in Saharas face as she dropped from the helicopter onto the grass. Ocean landed next to her, wincing as his stomach muscles clenched.
The door was closed, the flying machine leaving them alone with the doctor and his nurse in front of them.
As the two strangers
SoulwreckedCh.61--First PlaceThe man was sitting at a table with a mug of what looked to be coffee in his hand. He motioned towards the two other seats available opposite him.
Jalard hesitated before half-carrying Sahara around her waist over to the first chair and setting her down in it. The moment she was down, she reached for the cup in front of her, water splashing out of the container in her haste.
Sips. He ordered her, tapping the top of her head as he sat down himself. You dont want to get sick from drinking too fast.
Sahara sighed, but followed his instruction. Ocean picked up his own and took a mouthful of water before setting it down, never keeping his eyes off the person who had caused all this mess.
The leader kept his grin on his face as he reached over and flipped a switch. The spinning light above them stopped as the light faded.
I didnt realize the storm would be so strong. The older man confided. Talair is not known for its rain.
SoulwreckedCh.60--LighthouseIt took longer than they thought to make it to the lighthouse. The predawn light made the view of the shore appear in shades of black, gray, and white.
Sahara dropped her paddle and fell to her knees, rocking the raft as her exhaustion overcame her. Tears pricked her eyes as she stared at the sandy beach. We made it. Her whisper was euphoric, though almost silent.
We made it. Ocean repeated, reaching over to place his hand on her head. She looked up at him with amazed eyes that brought a smile to his face.
Ocean barely had to do any more work, the waves pushing them forwards, as if it was wanting them to go away back to land. The raft washed onto the beach. He dropped the oar andas it seemed Sahara was too tired to even walklifted her up into his arms, walking off the raft before the next wave came.
He looked up at the lighthouse that had guided them to land and smiled. Jalard started to walk towards it, thinking that they would be able to see where
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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